A Book Is Just A Book

• Danille Encarnacion, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2012

A book is just a book, they say.
With words like thou and art and thee,
Just made of paper, wood or clay,
They say this, but I disagree.

A book is like a whole new world,
Where words fly and embrace the mind,
Lines flow like winds to sails unfurled,
Verses set sail through seas of time.

The paragraphs like building blocks,
They’re bricks, once piled, make sturdy homes,
A chapter is like birds which flock,
They’re thoughts which have already flown

A book, compiled of many, all,
Ideas taking many shapes,
Where winds, ships, bricks, and birds, are scrawled,
A book is means of an escape.